Chapter 62: The Palm in the Stomach

(After writing this book, try to write something else, and see if it is a problem with looks that causes the data to be so ugly)

"You mean, all the people in this temple were killed?" I was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it, I felt that it was wrong: "Hey, didn't you just say that there was a reason for the snake burial?" The monks who live in the temple are all monks. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info How could they possibly do those things? ”

The fat man was also puzzled. Scratching his hair, he thought for a moment and said, "What if it's a vendetta or something—hey, no! Wrong wrong! The fat man stopped halfway through his words. Then I saw him walk up to the coffin with his knife in his hand, and put the knife in and stir it up.

"What are you doing?" I took a few more steps back in disgust.

"Fat man, I seem to have seen something wrong just now." As the fat man spoke, the human head was picked up again.

The fat man looked at it and said thoughtfully: "This is fucking, it's really not a monk." It's all hairy on it. As he spoke, the fat man used his strength to pick out the entire corpse from the coffin, and also picked out a few snakes. Fortunately, the snakes seemed to be in a state of hibernation, and only swam a few times on the ground, with no intention of attacking people.

The fat man kicked away a few small snakes at his feet and squatted down to examine them carefully.

I didn't want to go there. But after thinking about it, I feel like I can't keep doing this all the time. At least start practicing now. So I leaned on my head and leaned in. It's just that he carefully kicked the snakes on the ground away before leaning in.

"Well, you see." The fat man pointed the tip of his knife at the corpse's throat. I looked over and saw a thin line nearly a finger long on my throat. "This fucking one got his throat cut." The fat man said. "But—" The fat man frowned and looked at the corpse's belly. I saw that the corpse's stomach was bulging with a very large piece. It's like being six or seven months pregnant.

My first reaction was that this person was pregnant. He was killed before the child was born. But the fat man shook his head, pointed to the corpse's chest and said, "Even if a woman with flat breasts will definitely swell up after pregnancy." It's so flat here, which means that this person is not a woman. ”

I looked at the tip of the fat man's knife and sure enough. It's too flat and a little washboard, and it doesn't look like a pregnant woman at all. But after thinking about it, I still don't think it's right: "Then, you mean this man is pregnant?" ”

The fat man reached out and nudged me gently: "You step back." There might be something hidden in this belly. Fat man, I'll cut it open and take a look. ”

I was stunned and didn't hear clearly. Subconsciously asked him what he was going to do. The fat man said "oops": "You don't care about this, go back." He shoved me.

I took a few steps back and watched as the fat man raised the big white dog's leg in his hand and pressed it down on the corpse's stomach.

I don't know how long this corpse has been there, and its whole body is already decomposed. The tip of the knife stabbed into the stomach with great ease. Immediately afterwards, I saw the fat man holding the knife in one hand and holding the back of the knife in the other, so carefully slashed. And where those were scratched, countless dark yellow particles turned out of it.

Fat, all fat. I frowned, swallowed hard, and swallowed the jaundice that had rushed to my throat again.

As the blade in the fat man's hand opened wider and wider, the corpse's stomach was slowly pulled open by the fat man. And the things inside are slowly revealed.

I can't help it. Holding the coffin, he spit out the jaundice water he had swallowed just now.

What's in the fuck in this belly? O man! Fragments of human limbs!

I don't know if it's disgusting or disgust after seeing those things in my stomach, and the fat man also frowned. But after the fat man frowned and picked out the things in his stomach with a knife, I realized that something was wrong. It felt so good to be one step ahead, or to be able to spot something wrong at the same time as the fat man, so much so that I resisted the urge to continue vomiting and crouched down to take a closer look.

"See what?" The fat man asked me.

I shook my head and flicked the palm of one of my hands on the ground with my knife: "It's not scientific. ”

Yes, it's unscientific. How can a full palm appear in the stomach? How did this man eat such a full palm without chewing it before? No matter how big a person's esophagus is, it is impossible to swallow the palm of one hand completely, right? And if you can't swallow the palms of your hands, then the next things like the soles of your feet, your knees, and so on. These are even more unlikely.

I shuddered, and thought to myself, this must be a fucking ghost. No one can do it and eat it in their stomachs intact. And, this. He. Mother. It's cannibalism! And it's not a kid yet. Judging by the size of the palms and soles of the feet, this is definitely an adult!

"There are no stitches on the stomach." The fat man said, "That means this writing thing was not sewn in." Saying that, the fat man gasped: "Fuck, how did these things get in?" ”

Just as the fat man said this, the corpse's throat moved. A small, slender silver-white snake suddenly emerged from the place where the corpse's throat had been cut. Then quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The fat man and I looked at each other for a moment.

"Hey, something just came out of my throat, right?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man nodded: "White, two chopsticks are so long - hey,!" The fat man didn't finish his sentence, and the little white snake with a lot of people came out of the throat of the corpse. There were so many that it directly stretched the entire wound open.

The fat man and I instinctively jumped to the side, watching as countless little white snakes emerged from their throats and swam deeper into Yizhuang.

When we were sure that there were no snakes, the fat man and I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to crouching down next to the corpse.

"Yuan Fang, what do you think about this matter?" I asked the fat man.

"Fat man, I have an idea, I don't know if to talk about it." The fat man said suddenly.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

The fat man looked at the coffins around him and took a breath. said: "This is not a fucking snake burial at all. ”

"Huh? No? What is that? ”

"Those little white snakes just now." The fat man said. As he spoke, the fat man began to cut down the wound in the corpse's throat. It was cut until the corpse's stomach stopped. Then the fat man used a knife to turn over the cut part bit by bit.

I immediately saw the corpse's esophagus, and even various places in the body. There are many eggshells that have been broken.

I gasped. Although he already had the answer in his heart, he still looked at the fat man in disbelief.

I saw the fat man nodding: "This person is actually used to raise snakes." (To be continued.) )